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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
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Adult +
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17
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8,615
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45
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Daytime Slasher
Wooh! Okay, so after OVER A YEAR of not having internets, due to that nasty little economic difficulty called lack of cash, I am now wired in again. Admittedly, there's still a distinct lack of money, but the interwebs were a generous gift for the holidays. I didn't do a -lot- of writing in my fanfiction during the interim, as I was working on the more important project of the novel I plan to submit to DAW (which by the way is upwards of 150,000 words now, yay!), but I do have two new chapters for you lovely people who still remember me.
PS: I glossed over a good bit from the episode itself, as I trust most of the readers have seen the series and know what happened.
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Faith casually slipped the quart container of blood she’d been able to get off of the butcher under the table. It was beef-blood, but that was the best they would get for now, and she felt Buffy’s thankful grasp over her fingers before the container slipped from one hand to the next and then into the blonde’s bag.
“… This creature is especially brutal. I believe the phrase coined by the coroner when describing Mr. Platt was ‘pureed’. But he did confirm that Platt was killed shortly before Buffy found him.” Giles explained, cleaning his glasses and trying not to dwell too much on the man’s body.
Faith looked at the blonde, surprised at that bit of information. No one had mentioned that Buffy was the one that found the guy. The girl didn’t look too broken up, though there was a bit more stress around the line of her mouth, but then, a supernatural killing, something they were both familiar with, didn’t exactly compare to Angel returning from hell. “So a daytime slice’n’dicer.”
“Yes!” Everyone turned abruptly to stare at Willow, who’d practically leapt from her seat with the exclamation. Faith smirked and raised her eyebrows, while Buffy and Giles looked dumbfounded. “Er… I mean… terrible… I just… and…”
“It’s okay Willow. We’re all happy to hear it wasn’t Oz.” Buffy said with a soft smile, and Faith could see the relief in the blonde’s eyes as well. Meant that it couldn’t be the wild vampire either. The brunette fidgeted in her seat, attempting to ignore the niggling sensation from her necklace, and not think too hard in that she, a Slayer, was helping to rehabilitate Angel, Buffy’s ex-boyfriend and vampire. Okay, not so much with the helping to rehabilitate yet, all she’d done was sweet-talk some blood out of the butcher, but it was close enough. Faith’s inner babble and aggravation was cut short with Buffy’s next observance. “Speaking of which, shouldn’t he be here soon? It’s almost sundown.”
“I am sure that Oz will be in shortly.” Giles offered with a somewhat relieved smile of his own. “Our task now is to determine what sort of killer we are dealing with. Clearly, we’re looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.”
The doors swung open to allow the werewolf in and he raised a single hand slightly. “Present.”
When Willow jumped up to rush to him, nearly pushing Giles aside in her eagerness, Buffy and Faith exchanged glances. Buffy had a small smile on, and Faith only nodded. She was sure that if Angel was coherent enough to understand that he’d been let off the hook, and tame enough to not bite the blonde, Buffy would have done the same to Angel. Faith would be wondering, privately, if Angel was even worth the effort of their attempts at help, except for that she already knew, from her other self’s information, that he would recover, and be a brief pain in her side when it came to the blonde. She wasn’t going to screw up, though. She was damned sure of it. As freaked out by everything as she was, she was determined to not allow those things she’d been warned of come to pass. She wasn’t going to kill a human, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to join the other side. Even if it meant cozying up to and spoon-feeding a feral, disgusting vampire.
“I…. it’s a kill in the day monster!” Willow was asserting to her boyfriend, eyes bright and excited. “A hundred percent for sure.”
The musician’s eyes and shoulders seemed to loose a level of tense stress that was his only admission to intense relief. A single, simple, “Okay.” left his lips in response.
“Now, what we must figure out is what it is that connects the two of them, Mr. Platt and Jeff Orkin.” He nodded his greeting to Oz, looking a bit relieved as well, which was enough for the stoic musician, it seemed. “For Platt to have been attacked in his office, alone, while there are also plenty of students here to stand as victims as well, there must be some sort of connection.”
Faith raised her hand and offered something fairly obvious, smirking. “Missing internal organs?” Hey, it could be a valid point. Weren’t there demons that harvested organs?
“Besides that.” Buffy said, rolling her eyes and nudging the other Slayer. It made Faith smirk just a bit more.
“Debbie.” Everyone turned to Oz, surprised at his answer. “Well, victim number one, Jeff. He was in jazz band with us. They used to horse around.”
“They were screwing?” Faith looked a bit surprised, then impressed, and everyone turned to stare at her incredulously before looking again at Oz.
“Well, I don’t think so.” Oz paused, blinking a few times. “But he hid her music comp book once.”
“And we know that Debbie knew Platt.” Buffy chimed in, nodding and nudging Faith again. “I mean, she was seeing him and way vocal about not having love for the guy.”
“Add this and stir. I just saw Debbie a minute ago sporting a nasty black eye.” Oz added, putting an arm gently around Willow, relief still filling him from the news that he hadn’t gotten out. Willow looked at him in confusion. “I was lending my old notes, ‘s why I was late.”
“Okay,” Willow nodded, turning back to the others, “so pretend Debbie wanted Platt dead. Maybe he fought back.”
Buffy stood, shaking her head and trying to think. “No. Platt was dead in an instant. He didn’t even drop his cigarette.” She paused and let out a breath, then frowned. “Now… what if boyfriend Pete’s the one doling out the punishment?”
Giles looked at Buffy, then frowned around at everyone. Faith was already standing. “We should find them both immediately.” He gestured to the dark-haired Slayer. “Faith, you and I shall team. Willow, you’ll go with Buffy.”
Oz looked at them, and then at himself. “And I’ll lock myself in the cage. I er… Debbie and I met in the quad.”
Willow hugged him quickly before moving out with Buffy, nodding that they’d start from there, with Faith following quickly after Giles.
TBC
Next chap comin'.
PS: I glossed over a good bit from the episode itself, as I trust most of the readers have seen the series and know what happened.
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Faith casually slipped the quart container of blood she’d been able to get off of the butcher under the table. It was beef-blood, but that was the best they would get for now, and she felt Buffy’s thankful grasp over her fingers before the container slipped from one hand to the next and then into the blonde’s bag.
“… This creature is especially brutal. I believe the phrase coined by the coroner when describing Mr. Platt was ‘pureed’. But he did confirm that Platt was killed shortly before Buffy found him.” Giles explained, cleaning his glasses and trying not to dwell too much on the man’s body.
Faith looked at the blonde, surprised at that bit of information. No one had mentioned that Buffy was the one that found the guy. The girl didn’t look too broken up, though there was a bit more stress around the line of her mouth, but then, a supernatural killing, something they were both familiar with, didn’t exactly compare to Angel returning from hell. “So a daytime slice’n’dicer.”
“Yes!” Everyone turned abruptly to stare at Willow, who’d practically leapt from her seat with the exclamation. Faith smirked and raised her eyebrows, while Buffy and Giles looked dumbfounded. “Er… I mean… terrible… I just… and…”
“It’s okay Willow. We’re all happy to hear it wasn’t Oz.” Buffy said with a soft smile, and Faith could see the relief in the blonde’s eyes as well. Meant that it couldn’t be the wild vampire either. The brunette fidgeted in her seat, attempting to ignore the niggling sensation from her necklace, and not think too hard in that she, a Slayer, was helping to rehabilitate Angel, Buffy’s ex-boyfriend and vampire. Okay, not so much with the helping to rehabilitate yet, all she’d done was sweet-talk some blood out of the butcher, but it was close enough. Faith’s inner babble and aggravation was cut short with Buffy’s next observance. “Speaking of which, shouldn’t he be here soon? It’s almost sundown.”
“I am sure that Oz will be in shortly.” Giles offered with a somewhat relieved smile of his own. “Our task now is to determine what sort of killer we are dealing with. Clearly, we’re looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.”
The doors swung open to allow the werewolf in and he raised a single hand slightly. “Present.”
When Willow jumped up to rush to him, nearly pushing Giles aside in her eagerness, Buffy and Faith exchanged glances. Buffy had a small smile on, and Faith only nodded. She was sure that if Angel was coherent enough to understand that he’d been let off the hook, and tame enough to not bite the blonde, Buffy would have done the same to Angel. Faith would be wondering, privately, if Angel was even worth the effort of their attempts at help, except for that she already knew, from her other self’s information, that he would recover, and be a brief pain in her side when it came to the blonde. She wasn’t going to screw up, though. She was damned sure of it. As freaked out by everything as she was, she was determined to not allow those things she’d been warned of come to pass. She wasn’t going to kill a human, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to join the other side. Even if it meant cozying up to and spoon-feeding a feral, disgusting vampire.
“I…. it’s a kill in the day monster!” Willow was asserting to her boyfriend, eyes bright and excited. “A hundred percent for sure.”
The musician’s eyes and shoulders seemed to loose a level of tense stress that was his only admission to intense relief. A single, simple, “Okay.” left his lips in response.
“Now, what we must figure out is what it is that connects the two of them, Mr. Platt and Jeff Orkin.” He nodded his greeting to Oz, looking a bit relieved as well, which was enough for the stoic musician, it seemed. “For Platt to have been attacked in his office, alone, while there are also plenty of students here to stand as victims as well, there must be some sort of connection.”
Faith raised her hand and offered something fairly obvious, smirking. “Missing internal organs?” Hey, it could be a valid point. Weren’t there demons that harvested organs?
“Besides that.” Buffy said, rolling her eyes and nudging the other Slayer. It made Faith smirk just a bit more.
“Debbie.” Everyone turned to Oz, surprised at his answer. “Well, victim number one, Jeff. He was in jazz band with us. They used to horse around.”
“They were screwing?” Faith looked a bit surprised, then impressed, and everyone turned to stare at her incredulously before looking again at Oz.
“Well, I don’t think so.” Oz paused, blinking a few times. “But he hid her music comp book once.”
“And we know that Debbie knew Platt.” Buffy chimed in, nodding and nudging Faith again. “I mean, she was seeing him and way vocal about not having love for the guy.”
“Add this and stir. I just saw Debbie a minute ago sporting a nasty black eye.” Oz added, putting an arm gently around Willow, relief still filling him from the news that he hadn’t gotten out. Willow looked at him in confusion. “I was lending my old notes, ‘s why I was late.”
“Okay,” Willow nodded, turning back to the others, “so pretend Debbie wanted Platt dead. Maybe he fought back.”
Buffy stood, shaking her head and trying to think. “No. Platt was dead in an instant. He didn’t even drop his cigarette.” She paused and let out a breath, then frowned. “Now… what if boyfriend Pete’s the one doling out the punishment?”
Giles looked at Buffy, then frowned around at everyone. Faith was already standing. “We should find them both immediately.” He gestured to the dark-haired Slayer. “Faith, you and I shall team. Willow, you’ll go with Buffy.”
Oz looked at them, and then at himself. “And I’ll lock myself in the cage. I er… Debbie and I met in the quad.”
Willow hugged him quickly before moving out with Buffy, nodding that they’d start from there, with Faith following quickly after Giles.
TBC
Next chap comin'.